At this moment, Gavin Clark was just one of the many hidden pawns laid out before the national fate battle, about to engage in a life-and-death struggle without the smoke of gunpowder.

……

Black Dragon Platform had several secret bases in Lie Feng City, and An Ting Inn was one of them. It was not only an inn but also a tavern, famous throughout Lie Feng City for its delicious fried chicken.

A few days ago, it was officially activated.

In other words, the entire An Ting Inn was now serving Gavin Clark alone.

The first thing Gavin Clark did upon entering Lie Feng City was to go to An Ting Inn and make contact with Andrew Foster from Black Dragon Platform.

From now on, Andrew Foster would be his only contact, and also Gavin Clark's first comrade-in-arms.

……

After crossing almost half of Lie Feng City, Gavin Clark finally arrived in front of An Ting Inn.

This area was actually quite bustling; right across from the inn was a brothel called Chun Mian House.

"Sir, come on in!" A beautiful woman upstairs, her eyes like autumn water, waved at Gavin Clark.

Gavin Clark's legs paused for a moment, and he almost couldn't help but walk over. Strangely enough, seeing the brothel actually gave him a feeling of returning to his mother's home.

Damn, this was definitely a side effect from the original owner's body.

If the contact point at An Ting Inn was ever exposed and destroyed, Gavin Clark wouldn't have to worry about going hungry—there was a good place right across the street. The most important thing in life is to have a skill, so you won't starve to death. The ancients didn't lie.

Gavin Clark kept walking forward and entered An Ting Inn.

This inn was really quite large, with several courtyards. The front was for dining, the back for lodging, and it probably made a lot of money.

"Sir, are you here to eat or to stay?" a shop assistant came up to him.

"To eat. Do you have fried chicken here?" Gavin Clark asked.

"Yes, yes, yes, our fried chicken is the most famous. How many jin and liang would you like?" the shop assistant asked.

"Five jin, seven liang, three qian four, seven and a half cooked!" Gavin Clark said. This was the contact code.

"Understood, please follow me." The shop assistant said, then led the way.

Gavin Clark followed him into the backyard, which was empty.

The shop assistant lifted the cover off a dry well and knocked on it a few times—three long, two short.

Immediately, a secret door appeared in the corner of the courtyard.

"Please! Boss An has been waiting for you for a long time," the shop assistant said.

Gavin Clark passed through the secret door, walked down the steps, and entered a basement. It was rather dark inside.

Just halfway down, Gavin Clark's expression suddenly changed. He quickly turned around and tried to rush out.

But the next second, a sharp knife was pressed against his neck.

Then, a cold voice sounded: "Welcome, undercover agent of Black Dragon Platform. Welcome to walk right into the trap and come to your death."

Gavin Clark said, "You... you must be mistaken. I'm just here for the chicken. The fried chicken here is especially authentic."

"Shh... that's me!" A charming fragrance wafted into his nose, and a woman's pleasant voice sounded in his ear, blowing a breath, then huskily said, "I, the well maiden, have been waiting for you for a long time. Want a taste?"

Gavin Clark said, "Well... okay, let's eat then!"

Chapter 10: Gavin Clark, are you a devil?

A quarter of an hour later, Gavin Clark was tightly bound to a pillar.

Five people surrounded him, four of them dressed in black clothes and wearing black masks.

The leader was a woman, currently with her back to Gavin Clark.

In the firelight, her figure was slightly distorted, but Gavin Clark was still startled.

What a devilish figure! Truly mouthwatering.

This scoundrel had seen countless people; no woman's figure could be hidden from him. Many women in this world were tricky—when they went out, they wore shapewear and looked incredibly alluring, but once the clothes came off...

There are a lot of tricks, so we pure boys must be careful to protect ourselves and not get fooled.

But the figure of the woman in front of him couldn't be more real.

A truly one-in-a-million devilish figure.

This must be the well maiden who said earlier that she'd been waiting for him for a long time.

The scene fell into silence, with only the crackling of flames and the sound of burning charcoal, where a branding iron was being heated.

A minute passed.

Two minutes passed.

Gavin Clark couldn't help but break the awkward silence and said, "Miss, your branding iron is red hot."

The devilishly figured woman couldn't help but be stunned. So impatient? Such a tough guy? Even reminding her?

Immediately, a warrior went over, picked up the red-hot branding iron, and slowly approached Gavin Clark, aiming for his face.

If that branding iron was pressed onto his face, it wouldn't just be disfigurement—half his face would be scorched.

The woman said calmly, "We are the Black Blood Hall of Lie Feng City."

Black Blood Hall, the counterintelligence organization of Lie Feng City.

Founded by the former city lord Evan Wells, it housed the most elite and loyal warriors of the Jing family. They had only one duty: to find foreign spies in Lie Feng City and eliminate them one by one.